This is a song about "Cutting hair"

Cutting class for the pool

And my main bitch, she just started school

And now i walk around without a care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

They tryin to say that i don't care

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Ain't no women at the shows

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Cutting behind closed shutters,

The richest place on earth

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair